Father, my dog is dead

Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and
asked, 'Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass for the poor
creature?'

Father Patrick replied, 'I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for
an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and
there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the
creature.'

Muldoon said, 'I'll go right away Father. Do ya 'think $5,000 is
enough to donate to them for the service?'

Father Patrick exclaimed, 'Sw eet Ma ry, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya
tell me the dog was Catholic?